Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

"Excellent analysis, Hermione. You are better than I thought." Lynn clapped her hands lightly, her eyes soft. "Given your magic level and experimental conditions, it is remarkable that you can see this step."

Hermione blushed and waved her hands, "We still have a lot of questions, so we'd like you to help us figure them out. It's almost time for the holidays."

"I will never be stingy with my knowledge to an excellent student like you." Lin En smiled and picked up a paper from the pile. "I think your first question should be the composition of this metal?"

"Yes, Professor... Professor, paper airplane!" Hermione was about to nod when she saw a small paper airplane squeezed in through the crack in the door and stopped shakily in front of Lynn - this was one of the magic spells she had learned from Lynn a long time ago.

She asked uncertainly, "Is someone looking for you? I can come back another day..."

"No need, he's just a boring guy. Let's continue talking about the floating gun. Nothing is more important than this." Lin En said firmly without raising his head, "This involves very profound alchemy knowledge. My suggestion is to put it aside for now and learn it step by step after school starts next year. You can start from the perspective of paint configuration, which is the part in Volume 7..."

He spoke eloquently and Hermione smiled brightly.

Nothing makes a good student happier than to receive guidance from a professor who shows special preference.

She still had many questions, such as the ancient air manipulation magic, the improvement and deepening of the light spell, and the wide variety of curse magic... These were all precious knowledge that she hoped to learn.

Coincidentally, the holidays are approaching, and she will have a lot of time without having to attend classes, so she can devote herself to research and study.

The paper airplane fell alone on the side, and it only received a half-hearted look when Hermione left contentedly with a long list of books and self-study suggestions.

And a calming voice.

"Call the gods to protect you."

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"After sending the students away, clean up the mess you left behind."

A calm voice came from the indifferent little fox's mouth and echoed in the principal's office.

Chapter 207: End of the School Year

Hermione not only brought her research report for the academic year - although Lynn was only half joking at the time and was deeply surprised by the result - but also the first draft of her academic monograph that had finally been proofread and was waiting to be delivered to the Meiji Book Company for publication.

This new book, titled "The Historical Evolution and Extinction of Rune Magic", was completed by Lynn and Euphemia after much effort. The first draft was finalized two years ago, and they have been revising it since then, and they have never been able to spare much time.

If it weren't for Hermione's strong support, it would have been delayed for another year.

Its content is not simply a review of the history of magic, but also includes the research on Rune magic from different eras, including Northern Europe, Britain, and Central Europe where it briefly lasted for a few hundred years. Rune magic from different regions and different eras also has certain differences in expression, and the mysteries of magic are hidden in these subtle differences.

For now, at least, the readers he selected have generally responded well to it - except for Boyce, who felt sleepy while reading.

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On the third day after reaching a tenuous reconciliation with Dumbledore, Lynn received a reply from Meizhi Books.

The content of the letter was simple, inviting him to come to the headquarters on the south side of Diagon Alley in early August to inspect the samples.

This is a publishing company whose main business is to publish various serious academic books. The editor-in-chief is his old friend. His previous monographs have all been edited by him, and this one is no exception.

If all goes well, I might be able to use it in teaching next semester - as an optional reference book.

In the following days, the little wizards happily spent an unforgettable and wonderful time on campus, while Lynn handled various chores.

Assign a moderate amount of summer homework - this is a fixed task for all professors, except for a certain drunk fortune-telling person.

A warm and enthusiastic small banquet was held for Professor Kettleburn who was about to retire - to celebrate that he had finally saved his last arm and half a leg, and that he did not get a probation in his last year (although Lynn felt that this enthusiastic old man had some bad intentions).

He attended the school dinner and witnessed the grand occasion of Hufflepuff winning the House Cup with three big victories in Quidditch - and by the way, he once again demonstrated his magic at the beginning of the school year. This time his level was also improved, and even Dumbledore could not easily erase it.

He attended the school board meeting and witnessed Lucius Malfoy submitting his resignation application - this was the request written on the note he handed to Malfoy at Fudge's Manor. So far, it seems that this guy is quite honest, or sensible.

And prepare a farewell party for Inès returning to Castrobusa.

Although they had only been together for a few months, almost all the professors got along well with this good-tempered curse expert, except for the petty-minded Snape and Trelawney who basically never left the room.

The magical power from South America has also injected a different kind of vitality into this ancient campus.

Soon the end of the semester arrived.

It could be said to be a period of chaos, or it could be said to be a sudden silence. The little wizards' wardrobes were emptied, all their luggage was neatly put into boxes, and there was also a notice warning them not to use magic during the holidays.

On the platform where the Hogwarts train stopped, Lynn and Inès, who arrived earlier, stood side by side in an inconspicuous position, watching the young wizards get off the fleet led by Hagrid one by one and happily board the train to go home.

The one walking in the front was Andrew. He had approached Lynn more than once, expressing his hope to keep in touch after graduation and continue learning ancient magic from him. Besides him, there were several seventh grade students, including the first members of the Stargazer Club and those top students who were active in class.

Including the crybaby Miss Olivia.

Then came Doris, who was bouncing around, and Percy, Boyce, Pavla...

Every young wizard who was close to him would come and chat with him before getting on the bus, first the seniors, then the second and third groups of juniors who came by boat from the castle.

The Weasley twins, who had dismantled the floating cannon but couldn't repair it, were dodging and trying to sneak into the car when they were picked up by two invisible magical hands and placed next to Lynn.

"Hey hey hey...Uncle Eric!"

"We didn't mean it!"

Fred tactfully changed the name, and George followed suit.

"Ah."

Lynn nodded expressionlessly and just stared at them. Her amber pupils showed no emotion at all, which made the two daring Weasleys feel a little nervous.

It was not until the two men felt uneasy and were about to scratch their heads that he revealed a satisfied smile and patted the two young men on the shoulders with one hand each.

"You guys did a good job. Give me more trouble when you go back. Got it?"

Along with the sound, two heavy, brand new floating guns were also heard. Just from their appearance, they did not look like ordinary stuff.

But before they could cheer, a gentle push sent the two of them to the car as Cedric came over.

"Professor, thank you for your teaching throughout the year. I hope to continue studying with you next year." The polite boy smiled shyly.

"Continue studying?" Lynn's eyes flashed with an intriguing smile, "You may have taken things too lightly, Cedric." His voice was cunning like a fox, "This year is just for you to lay the foundation. Take this, I will check it when school starts, and there will be more rigorous special training - you can stick to it, 'young version of Eric', right?"

A piece of parchment filled with a reading list fell into Cedric's hands. The boy who was sure to become the Hufflepuff prefect next year felt as if he had fallen into a spider web - as if his whole body was a little tight.

He suddenly understood the true meaning of Professor Sprout's complicated expression when he talked to him alone at the end of the semester.

Behind them were the trio of Harry, Ron, and Hermione who came together, Neville, Luna, and Ginny who were chatting and laughing, and Draco who seemed very low-key walking in the crowd - he was not with his group of Slytherin friends, perhaps because he felt lost because his father Lucius Malfoy lost his position as a school director.

When passing by Lin En, he paused noticeably, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he quickened his pace and walked into the car.

Lynn watched the Hogwarts train slowly pull away, along with the other professors.

When the shadow of the train disappeared at the edge of his sight, he turned and left the platform with Inès beside him.

"Let's go, let's fulfill our previous agreement and see the true face of that monster."

The jeweled golden dagger fell from the sleeve of the robe, and the footsteps moved lightly, and the rune symbol flashed.

In a blink of an eye, they had crossed the lake and appeared on the corridor outside Hogwarts Castle reserved for visitors.

Dumbledore had already packed up and was waiting there, with Fawkes, the phoenix, standing on his shoulder, having been reborn from the ashes and become heroic again.

The school year for students has come to an end at this moment, but the professors still have some unfinished business.

After all, the wizarding world is not always peaceful, and Voldemort is not the only fool in the world who likes to stir up trouble.

Compared to this guy, Dumbledore's crooked nose doesn't seem so hateful.

Chapter 208 The Magic of Brewing Disaster

Woolworth Building, New York.

Ms. René looked much more haggard than when we met a few months ago.

Her resignation is inevitable, and it will take weeks or months.

But before leaving office, she still has to do her best to support and maintain the corrupt situation.

She couldn't blame Dumbledore, nor could she solve the endless troubles, so she could only suffer.

Seeing Lynn also coming with Dumbledore, she forced a smile.

"Hello, Mr. Eric, it's...nice to meet you."

"No need to be polite. Headmaster Dumbledore has already introduced the specific situation to us. He is indeed a very difficult guy to deal with. Professor Garcia and I will do our best to assist, and we hope that the Magical Congress will cooperate."

Lynn nodded politely, without the aggressive tone of last time, and her voice seemed to have some magic, which calmed Renee's extremely anxious mood a little.

"Of course, I will ask Captain Thurmond to lead our Aurors and strikers to cooperate with you. Please forgive me, Director Gorriff's injury has not healed yet. The magic of that dark wizard is indeed extremely vicious." Renee said with relief.

Somehow, even though Dumbledore had failed to deal with the monster, the moment he saw Lynn, this leader of the Magic Congress, who had experienced many ups and downs in his career, felt relieved.

Even Dumbledore showed no intention of speaking, and stood beside Lynn without saying a word.

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The next morning, Middlesex Downs.

In midsummer, this place should be full of vitality.

A variety of plants should grow luxuriantly on the uneven hills, bathed in sunlight, with rich colors but not abrupt, just like Lynn's favorite neoclassical oil paintings, full of quaint natural atmosphere.

But now, all that is left here is the yellow earth left by the raging fire. Even the vigorous weeds are almost nowhere to be seen. It is extremely desolate and devoid of any sign of life.

Even the air became hot and rough, carrying fine sand and blowing in people's faces.

A small part of the former town was burned down by the flames. Many people lost their life savings and had to leave with their families.

Inès felt a little sad.

“I don’t know how many years it will take for this place to return to its original state,” she said dejectedly.

The speaker had intention, and the listener took it even more seriously. Dumbledore could only turn his head away awkwardly and cough lightly a few times.

Auror Captain Thurmond, who came with the three, said in a heavy voice, "Not long after Headmaster Dumbledore left, traces of the Apostles appeared here again. The people who stayed behind captured a few of them. This time we used our connections in the No-Maj community to investigate their identities—they are all No-Maj from Mexico."

"Hmm... So have you produced any results from your investigation? Why can the No-Maj suddenly use magic? Even though the power is very weak." Lin En said thoughtfully. He also changed his name to adapt to the local customs.

"I'm sorry, Eric, but we haven't gotten anywhere," Thurmond said in a low voice. "We've tried Veritaserum, Legilimency, and everything else we can think of. These people have cleaner heads than my pockets."

"It's similar to what happened to me. It's not the same now... whatever you want will happen, just don't move."

"Shh-"

Before he finished speaking, Lin En's figure turned into a phantom and disappeared, and Dumbledore also left at the same time.

In just a moment, the two men returned carrying the unconscious apostle wearing a golden-red robe.

Lin En casually threw one of the young-looking ones to the ground, raised his wand, and said coldly, "In the name of Igor, the blue body!"

A sea of ​​magic rushed out from the tip of the staff, covering the apostle who was in a deep coma and enveloping his entire body.

After just a few seconds, Lynn put away his wand, looked at Dumbledore, and shook his head.

"The curse on this guy is a bit similar to the one Lockhart had at the time, but it is more vicious than Voldemort's magic. He is not yet a wizard, and I can't save him. It will take at least one or two months, or at most a year or two, for the magic to completely destroy his body."

"Is it more vicious than his magic?" Dumbledore frowned, walked to a woman who looked to be in her fifties, sighed and put his wand against her forehead, "Perhaps we can retain part of their memory. This is a clue."

The next moment, the silvery-white flocs rose along the tip of the stick and were pulled out of her mind and fell into the glass bottle that had been prepared long ago.

"Magic that can break the limits of a Muggle's body will definitely come at a price." Lynn calmly held Inès down and walked forward. "But the key question is, what price will the caster pay for this vicious magic?"

Dumbledore understood, walked to a secluded place with Lynn, and whispered, "We must kill this magic."

As someone who had experienced the war that raged across Europe, he was well aware of the chaos and disaster that this kind of magic could cause. If this magic really spread, it would be a catastrophe that would endanger the entire wizarding world.

He didn't trust the Magical Congress, nor did he trust any organization or individual that might take advantage of it.

"I think so too." Lynn nodded, turned around and said loudly, "Ines, hurry up, we should set off now, and there is no need to hide your tracking curse anymore! Thurmond, take your people and stay on standby. I will contact you if I need anything."

"Understood!" Inès responded loudly, ran to the two of them, pulled out her wand without hesitation, and muttered something.

In a moment, the obscure spell was finished, and a silver-gray light shot out from the tip of the staff and shot straight into the sky.

The next moment, her face became visibly ugly, as if she had suffered great torture.

"Damn... such a strong magic!" she said with difficulty, "Take it... take it... quickly!"

The brain occlumency technique that was always in operation was instantly lifted, and her eyes turned to Dumbledore and Lynn who were on high alert.

It takes great courage to open your brain in front of the most powerful wizard in the world and the most terrifying monster.

In just a moment, the information in her mind was completely grasped by the two men, just like walking into a library according to the index catalog.

"seal up!"